i hate the computer but i still rule!!!

so hell day began last week but we all know that really the shit hits the fan on the very last day. well lets see i fell behing in all my classes rereading and prepping for the three essays i had to write this weekend...

for the business on afghanistan for my conflicto armado class which is a paper between three peeps and a 15minute presentation my lil buddy jen sent me no kidding 44 articles...

that plus the insane rereading of borges barthes and levi strauss kept me pretty busy with a little side trip into rereading land and i had basically worked out a plan that would allow me the weekend for the hardest paper which lucky for me my prof said i cd do in english which probably saved my life...

ok so friday i spent with my group on afghanistan which proved my theory that a three people group doesnt get shit done...so we didnt...then i took off for the library, another campus where they had sent the barthes book i needed for the weekend even though id already had it forever i didnt make a copy of the part that i needed...

so i was off across to the other side of the good ole rio mapocho in search of another campus of my school called lo contador...so lucky for me its not too far and i find it and get directed to the library where i know by now i have to check my backpack like its a club plus use my school id to get through the little security gate and i already have the call number written down im basically all about the 500times more prepared you gotta be to get anything done in chile, but i forgot that when i had that book i returned it late, so when i go to check it out homeboys like you got a fee and im like right, so i leave the book use the id scan through the little gate turn in my ticket get my wallet out of my bag recheck my bag rescan my ticket go back in and ask the dude how much and he says once mil. well im bad with numbers so i think at first ive heard him wrong cause im thinking its like a mil and some change so i ask him again and he repeats it and i say un luca(a mil) mas cuanto cuase im sure this cant be right and he like diez...at this point im like unbelievable impossible it cannot fuckin be, i say esta seguro, me parece como mucho, pero como mucho mucho mucho...

hes like yep once mil, im like but thats more than twenty bucks!!!

turns out they serious as fuck about getting books back on time, so they around 60cents a day which at home would be a lil much and here is fuckin insane i shd be able fo buy at least two books for 11mil...seriously...but i got no choice i need me some barthes, however i also dont have that much cash...so i leave the book buzz the card get the bag and head up to the cash machine i passed on my way in and sure enough its the banki that reallllllly fucks me but i need me some barthes in english no less and i know now why they got an atm outside the liberry...

anyway i get my book i head home...whatev.
sat i do all this rereading making notes prepwork crap and put together most of the afghanistan thing...i am cranky and uninspired and my boobs hurt, cant even lay on my belly im talkin...so i go to bed and im liike ok just abt done with afghanistan just need to whip it out first thing in the morning
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but in the middle of the night is when the so bad they wake me from sound sleep even though i had just then finally gotten warm all curled up with pjs plus hoodie plus sweats plus sal and my lil fuzzy blanket beneath 2 wool blankets two regular ones and the comfortor plus one extra thrown on top...thats where i was fuckin happy as a clam when i was slammed with some of the worst cramps ever..

on the up side, a very kind mom of my roomate sent midol...on the down, the upstairs bathroom tiolet went bersercker for some reason today so i now have to use another one...not to mention how unspeakably gross it was when i wanted to take a shower only to find that the taza had overflowed...giiiirooooossss..

so i was suckin down coffee fighting off cramps and nearly insane from all the caffiene...many of you have seen me on midol and you all know it isnt pretty...when microsoft word decided to just completely not function at all...wouldnt open, wouldnt save...had to do all my shit in an applemcfuck wordidy whatev and that means i cant finish spellcheck and whatev until tom and my first essay is due at 10am....

but lets go back to the fun moment when i realize word is mcfucked, its when i have to redo, not a ton but like two paragraphs cause it shuts down unexpectedly...

so im already frustrated when i sit down with barthes and borges and levi strauss in hand and no word just an appleworks whatev and ive been putting this paper off till last cause deep down im literally terrified i cant do it...really i am...

but then somehow miraculously i do, slowly consulting the theory every step of the way i start applying barthes to borges and then levi strauss and before i know it im off and ive written an essay of such metalinguistic metaphysical complexity that i literally have no idea what its about...thats right i pretty much dont understand it myself...i only hope i dint fuck it up cause if i did the only person in the world who could possibly catch an improbable application of mythologies to tlon uqbar orbis tertuis just happens to be my prof...

so i am exhausted and braindead but free at least until tom when my group will complete the presentation, i wrote three essays in one day and i fucking survived and whats more i dont have to write another until thursday!!!

i am a genius, fear me!!! i used to think i cd pull an essay out of my ass but this has been so far beyond anything i have ever accomplished, with insane cramps in what has to be the coldest darkest house on earth without stopping for chocolate a cigarette or even lunch i wrote multiple essays in two different languages in the course of one day....

fuckin go me...